I can’t say I like it, but it doesn’t seem right to say I don’t like it either.

Zhang Moyan was still weighing the pros and cons when Xiao Guotao said, "I already know."

He already knew? Zhang Moyan was confused. Please, how did he know when she herself didn't know yet?

"You remind me of someone." Xiao Guotao looked at Zhang Moyan intently.

Zhang Moyan felt uncomfortable being stared at by him and touched her face: "Really... Who is it?"

Xiao Guotao's eyes seemed to be blinded by a bright light, and he rubbed his eyelids with his thumb and index finger: "...You look a lot like my brother."

Zhang Moyan bit her lower lip.

"It's my younger brother who passed away twenty-six years ago. His name was Xiao Guoxi." Xiao Guotao's voice was a little sad, and he stared at Zhang Moyan intently.

Zhang Moyan was a little surprised: "Your biological brother?"

Xiao Guotao's eyes were melancholic, as if lost in some memory: "Yes, he is Xiao Huai's grandfather."

"Xiao Huai's grandfather..." Zhang Moyan nodded, then asked in confusion: "Is it... do I look a lot like him?"

It's unlikely. After all, they are a man and a woman, and she is in her twenties, in the prime of her youth. Xiao Huai's grandfather must have been at least fifty years old twenty-six years ago, right? How similar can they be?

While Zhang Moyan was daydreaming, Xiao Guotao put on his reading glasses, opened the drawer and took out an album that looked quite old.

"Let me show you." Xiao Guotao stood up with the photo album, walked around the table to Zhang Moyan, and sat down on the chair to her right.

Zhang Moyan suddenly felt a little nervous.

Opening the album, the photos inside, judging from the paper, colors, and the people's clothing, are all products of at least the 1990s.

The first photo on the first page shows two energetic men on a ferry or cruise ship. With a lush green water in the background, it seems they were photographed while touring a famous river somewhere.

The two uncles, the one on the left is Xiao Guotao. At that time, his hair was still black and there were not many wrinkles on his face, but he could still be recognized at a glance from his facial features and figure.

The other person in the photo is younger than Xiao Guotao and looks very similar to him, but is a little stronger than him.

"I don't think your brother and I look that much alike?" Zhang Moyan said bluntly while looking at the photo.

Xiao Guotao looked at her and smiled kindly: "I didn't say that you look like him, I just think your personalities are very similar."

"Oh." Zhang Moyan seemed to understand, but in fact she didn't quite understand her own personality.

Xiao Guotao stroked the photo of Xiao Guoxi with his fingers nostalgically, and then slowly turned several pages.

Many members of the Xiao family appeared in this photo album. She saw Xiao Weijiang, Xiao Weiyu, her eldest aunt, and her second aunt when they were young, and she even unexpectedly discovered Xiao Weijiang's figure several times.

"Guoxi left too early. If he were still alive, he would be very pleased to see how successful Xiao Huai is now." In the silence, Xiao Guotao suddenly said emotionally.

Zhang Moyan turned her head to look at Xiao Guotao. The old man's cloudy eyes were a little moist behind the square lenses.

"It would have been better if they hadn't gone on that inspection back then." Xiao Guotao turned another page of the photo album and slowly pulled out a photo from a piece of transparent plastic paper.

Zhang Moyan followed his gaze. The photo in his hand was a group photo of three people. Xiao Guoxi was in the center, with two young, vibrant people, a man and a woman, to his left and right. The photo was taken in front of a small courtyard. A sign with black lettering on a white background hung at the entrance, but it was mostly obscured by the young man's body. Only the words "Institute" could be seen under his arm.

"What happened to them?" Zhang Moyan had a vague ominous premonition.

Xiao Guotao sighed.

"That was twenty-six years ago," he put down the photo, took off his glasses, and wiped his eyes with his sleeve. "Back then, an archaeological project in Luoyang discovered a kiln site, and unearthed many exquisitely crafted Song Dynasty celadon fragments. Some experts pointed out that it might be another Northern Song Dynasty official kiln site. The Luoyang Cultural Relics Bureau led a team of experts to investigate and identify it. Guo Xi was invited and went with his two most proud students. Who knew..."

"Who knows what happened?" Zhang Moyan asked.

“Who knew that none of the three of them came back.”

Zhang Moyan opened her eyes wide: "Not coming back? Is...something wrong?"

"No one knows what happened," Xiao Guotao closed his eyes in pain and looked up into the void. "When they left, the three of them were all alive and well. But half a month later, when we received the tragic news and rushed to Luoyang, all we saw was Guoxi's cold body."

When Xiao Guotao spoke of this, he choked with sadness, as if he was not talking about something that happened twenty-six years ago.

"How could this happen?! What about these two most talented students?"

Xiao Guotao shook his head helplessly: "They disappeared and their whereabouts are unknown, so we once suspected that these two people murdered Guoxi."

"Murder?!" Zhang Moyan was horrified. This was the first time in her ordinary life that she had come so close to the word murder. "Grandpa Guoxi was murdered?"

Xiao Guotao nodded gravely. "But a year later, a serial killer was apprehended in Luoyang. While confessing to his other crimes, the killer admitted to killing Guoxi."

"Oh..." Not being killed by his favorite student seemed like something worth breathing a sigh of relief.

"What happened to the murderer in the end?"

"He was sentenced to death and executed that year."

"It's such a good deal for him... So, there has been no news or clues about those two young men?" Zhang Moyan couldn't help but ask.

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